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I'm so tired I never want to wake up again. But I've figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
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Harrisonburg
Virginia
Tired
Along
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Made
Way
Never
Figured
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Because you know that's not how you want it to end. You know I'd love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn't the way it ought to happen.
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In the middle of all this, as Sean slips out of his jacket, he looks over his shoulder at me and he smiles at me, just a glancing, faint thing before he turns back to Tommy. I'm quite happy for that smile, because Dad told me once you should be grateful for the gifts that are the rarest.
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But love isn't quantifiable on paper.
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What about us? Can i see you again? You can say no. You'd crush all my hopes and dreams, but it's an option.
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Ronan's smile was sharp and hooked as one of the creature's claws. 'A sword is never a killer it is a tool in the killer's hand'. I can't believe Noah didn't stick around to help. Sure you can. Never trust the dead.
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I never taught him to break him thumb. That's Gansey for you. Only learns enough to be superficially competent. Loser, Ronan agreed, and he was himself again.
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How do you feel about helicopters? There was a long pause. How do you mean? Ethically? As a mode of transportation. Faster than camels, but less sustainable.
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Sailing to an island unknown Failing to find your way home you walk under a sea leagues beneath us
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I felt a tickle on my skin it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quite.
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I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. For crying out loud, he said. It's a racoon. Poor thing, I said. It could be a rabid baby-killer, Cole told me primly. Shut up, Sam said pleasantly.
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I remember [in teenage years] thinking there were a lot of check boxes out there to sort teens into appropriate molds, and they didn't seem to make check boxes for whatever it was that I had grown up into. I definitely explore that a lot in my novels.
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I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.
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She reached down and traced my eyebrows. 'You do have really beautiful eyes.' 'We get to keep them,' I said. Grace started at my voice. 'What?' 'It's the one thing we keep. Our eyes stay the same.' I unclenched my fists. 'I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.
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The guitar, I said, will only obey its master. Yeah, Cole agreed, but Grace isn't here. He grinned at me slyly.
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I don't cry at books or movies. Ever. So imagine my shock and awe when I read 'The Time Traveler's Wife' for the second time, and I knew the ending, and I started to cry.
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The tourists always seem to want something. On Thisby, it's less about wanting, and more about being. I wonder after I say it if he'll think I sound like have no drive or ambition.
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This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things. I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye.
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Sleep deprivation made his life an imaginary thing, his days a ribbon floating aimlessly in water. - Whelk
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I had risked everything, and I had nothing to show for it but my open hand, lying empty and palm up toward the ceiling.
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As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.
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